I love the smell of coffee in the morning

Trip Start Jul 12, 2010
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Trip End Jul 31, 2010


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Tuesday, July 27, 2010

My tropical drenched mind really believed I would get decent sleep tonight, but as if in an opium drugged lethargy, my body was wakened by the call of duty, involving Europeans and a continental breakfast, but really, that's another story.  So, being unable now to fall back into my luxuriating slumber, I decide to pass on the Miley Cyrus movie on television and instead update my blog.  It was a tough decision because who doesn't like a Party in the USA?

When last we left Kermit, he was enjoying the deep south of Thailand, fast growing a mullet, donning a shabby wife-beater and calling out for me to bring him another Singha beer.  I kicked him in the gills and made him clean out the scum from the nearby pond so I could set up a wheel-less motorcycle on cement blocks and swim in my curlers.  I may be taking this metaphor a bit too far. Sigh.  

Anyway, Kermit was quite fond of many of the Southern people he met, but one gracious spirit in particular caught his bulbous eye.  By the end of just a single week, Kermit noticed how this man knew all our favorite things, probably better than we knew ourselves. He would point out beautiful plants, flowers and lilypads, serve us only the choicest cut of housefly and help us find restrooms every 5 minutes because of our poor bladder control.  You know, the little things.  Kermit and I agreed that this was one of the nicest persons we had ever met, and after much goodbye and hugs, Kermit decided to stay.  Let me explain...

Free will is an amazing gift, and one I think that we take for granted too often.  When we are manipulated or ordered to do something, even for a good cause, a sacrificial cause, it loses its benevolence, its flavor, its meaning.  God's greatest gift of love to man was that of choice.  We are free to choose.  We can choose love, or we can choose hate.  We can choose life, or we can choose death.  But most of, we can choose to sacrifice from the depths of our soul, and when it is done with true grace, the nature of its intention will never die.  It will live forever in the hearts of those it touches.  I am so very proud of Kermit and the choice he made, and I know that he will forever represent something meaningful to those nice Southerners. And even if it doesn't to them, it will to me. 

Flying back to the good old United States of America, I am so refreshed. Simply getting off the plane and hearing English, seeing English, using massive amounts of toilet paper was just the bees knees. La!  At customs, the agent asked if I had anything to declare, and I told him jetlag and a numb rear.  He didn't find that amusing, but he let me through anyway.  Whew.  My luggage even all arrived safely, especially the saran-wrapped hang-up bag that had ripped in several places.  Oh by the way, Meg, I owe you a hang-up bag...

If I've learned anything so far this trip, it's that I am a professional, international Lucille Ball.  It's a good thing I love to laugh, especially at myself.  I've laughed at myself squirting Vietnamese sauce on my nice polo shirt, popping edamame like a circus clown and bopping people on the head with my suitcase down the aisle of an airplane.  If I didn't laugh, I'd cry.  Cry because I miss my family so much it hurts. I can't wait for the next battle of the bedtime toothbrushing, an oatmeal explosion on the floor, and even a hubby nudge in the early morning to, um, play a game of Uno.  I miss my friends, my bed, my lovely mother, but most of all, I miss my homeostasis.

I'll be home soon with my last blog update... :)
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